"Aw, gorgeous, I'm a simple guy," Dick pouts. "You want me to stop, or keep doing this?" He reaches around again and presses his palm gently onto the plug, just about pushing it in further and pushing into Jerel.

Jerel cries out again, the toy's flared base rubbing against the soft walls inside him and the head getting deeper with every push. It takes him a moment to whine, "/Yeah/, no napping, can't really sleep /now/."

Jerel's head lolls about on the sheets as he twitches and shudders, the plug driving him nuts. "Sh-should put this back in me after you fuck me," he says, eyes closed against the sensations shooting down his spine. "Keep your come inside me."

Dick holds onto the bottom of the plug, still rocking it inside Jerel and fucking him shallowly, gently. "God, but that's filthy," Dick whispers, a little awed. "I should send you to work like that someday."

Thankfully the lube is close-by and Dick is already getting himself ready and lined up. He knows that Jerel hates to wait, especially when he's been teased for so long. He leans forward again, head of his cock pushing inside Jerel already with the lack of resistance, and kisses Jerel deeply as he enters him properly.

Jerel groans into Dick's mouth. He can't imagine how this'd feel if they were using condoms, it's so much more /real/ and /hot/ when it's skin on skin. He's so glad Dick didn't ask him about it, either, that he trusts Jerel enough for it--and then his brain shorts out as Dick slides home.

Dick takes a second to gather himself once he bottoms out. He can't think. He can only feel Jerel's heartbeat in his cock and /that/ something that's amazing, and so full of life that Dick feels like he's floating. He bites down on Jerel's lip and starts to move - slow for now. He thinks that it's about time that they make love. That Jerel needs that.

Jerel murmurs happily against Dick's mouth, not really words, just noises--good noises, pleased noises. He pushes his fingers up into Dick's hair and rocks his hips along with Dick's, giving himself over to the feeling. They could do--have done--this for hours.

They could easily do this for hours again. There's no way Dick is going to be working for an end as easily as before, and he would love for them to be aching and spent, and happy, when they get hungry enough for dinner.